Although the fronts of March often have less "punch", and structural intactness, this particular system has bathed Miami in temperatures as low as the high forties inland. As the bechilled sun rises, this rude weather system has sent some of the coastal early birds-pun intended, all three ways- straight to the breakfast places for hot coffee and danish or whatever else pleases and soothes bodies that were sweating in their short sleeves and eighty degree weather barely a day before. The tail of this front can be seen trickling across Mayaguana.High off my pre-frontal strategies of yesterday that yielded two nice released bonefish, I thought I'd try some backbay lakes for tarpon today when the front had passed. Though the wind direction and velocity were what I'd expected, the air temperatures were so low and in contrast to the preceding weeks, my wet hands were aching from the chill factor. This reduced my angling ardor and perserverance considerably-especially when no tarpon rolled in the first half hour- not even a burp bubble! Almost relieved, I wrapped it up and took pleasure in conjuring up a soon-to-made-and consumed breakfast feast of marinated Argentine skirt steak, farm fresh eggs, toasted Italian bread, topped off with plenty of full-bodied, deep-roasted Colombian coffee. No tarpon? Make a good breakfast- far more than lemonades from lemons, but more dealing best with the cards dealt.
Jan
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